date. 2008-02-23 00:03 subject. the wake of insanity security. Public tags. anima, ffx, seymour

Fandom: FFX
Title: Empty Shell
Characters/Pairings: Seymour, Anima, Auron
Rating: PG
Other: Stream of consciousness, insanity, done for pyre_flies, themes: 79) Making the best of it, 80) Eternal, 81) (Un)certainty, 100) Last, 32) Pyreflies.   

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What is this, but water?

What is this, but just another shore, fast blue lapping on cold gold, and what is this, what is this, but water?

Salt water.

Nothing moves, nothing moves but the water. There’s wind, and it moves the sand and the sand ripples but it’s just like slow water moving forwards and backwards and around and there’s wind, but it touches nothing, not his hair, not his skin, not the face of a girl upturned in fear or despair or hope. There’s just the wind kissing water, water, kissing earth, and he kissing no one because no one exists, and there’s water, flickering with the sun, and the sun, up and down, up and down, up and down, up and down, back and forth, back and forth, up and down, always there, nothing else, no more motion, nothing moves…

What is left, but water?

date. 2008-02-23 00:00 subject. see more? security. Public tags. anima, ffx, seymour

Fandom: FFX
Title: Forget Her
Characters/Pairings: Seymour, Anima, Jyscal
Rating: PG
Other: For pyre_flies.

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He does not like this bed. (It smells strange, and tries to swallow him.)

date. 2008-02-22 22:52 subject. ronso genocide security. Public tags. anima, ffx, seymour

Fandom: FFX
Title: Song of Prayer
Characters/Pairings: Seymour, Kelk, Jyscal, Anima
Rating: PG+
Other: For pyre_flies, themes: Frost/ice/snow, Payback, Praying, Small talk, Broke(n) .

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Seymour remembers not liking Kelk very much.

He can’t recall why, though.

Seymour’s dead now, and Kelk will be. Like or dislike; both are as meaningless as yesterday, as tomorrow; as the snow that gathers on Seymour’s shoulders, as the ice that would fell him if his feet still touched this aching earth.

Seymour can’t remember much of why anything. Who and how, what and where; he can remember everything as things, but never as reasons, as results, as purpose. Everything is a thing, and nothing can be something, and anything is as important as everything. Sometimes Seymour struggles to remember how words can form something as vital as a sentence; or what it means when someone says his name; or what snow feels like and why it’s bad and fun and hopeful and tragic all at once.

Kelk speaks only meaninglessness. His words fall, unheeded, like rain, like sun, like cloud, like the song of hope and falseness, the song the Ronso clan keeps singing.

Kelk refuses to kneel. The fur at the nape of his neck buckles and swells, a treacherous remnant of his animal blood. The sheer feral motion of the Ronso’s ruff captivates Seymour. The bestiality of it spites all the old Ronso’s efforts at speech, at this civilised language he mastered.

Seymour remembers the expression on his mother’s face when she first met Kelk.

She hadn’t liked the Ronso at all.